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Genesis stepped forward as he was announced, already trying to get a feel for the room. He’d read the mission brief in its entirety twice, and done a little cultural research on the flight in. Whether or not it would be a simple matter, it would be nice to have a switch up from being directly on the warfront.
Which was not to say he didn’t like combat a little too much for a Jedi, but he liked variety. And this looked to be interesting, if nothing else, just from how thick the tension in the room was.
His presence did nothing to relieve it, and he got the distinct feeling that calling in a Jedi had been a last ditch effort for more than one reason. But no matter. He was a trained diplomat, and a trained warrior. One way or another, things would settle.
He offered a small, polite smile, bowing slightly to the assorted representatives before moving to the chair he’d been pointed at. “I’ve read the information you’ve sent me, but perhaps there may be benefit in a more detailed briefing on both sides?”
Almost instantly both sides erupted into accusations and bickering, decorum having been thrown out the window the day before; behind them, their aides looked at each other nervously, each wondering if they should step in but neither brave enough to do so.
Fricka took the initiative (mostly out of annoyance) and stepped forward, slamming the hilt of her sword on the conference table, bringing about immediate peace, the sound still echoing around the room.
Straightening, she skewered the two parties with a look before turning her gaze to the Jedi.
“The long and short of it, Master Jedi, is that the honorable N’wk’s terms are too far reaching. Honorable N’wk, “ here her tone was laced with heavy sarcasm “wishes to own outright the land they wish to mine, therefore keeping any profits from returning to the people and government of Umla-3. Obviously you may see where this is an issue, however the most exalted chancellor of Umla-3 wishes for the mines to be manned by their own people and wishes to receive no less than 75% of profits made.”
A huff of impending outrage sounded at the far end of the table and Fricka quelled it with a thunderous glare before stepping back into the shadows along the wall, folding her arms. She’d done more than required of her and then some.
